A Sinister Neighbor - Part 1

Hey there. Like I mentioned in a previous post, there will be a second part to this on the 23st of December.

tags: ntr, neighbor, cheating wife, cuckold, naive

This is a work of fiction that describes explicit mature content between 18+ adults. Viewer discretion is advised

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Anthony Carter's wife, Rachel, was known to be quite a naive woman around the ol’ neighborhood. She was an attractive woman, with a slender frame and long, wavy brown hair, big dark eyes that any guy would be glad to lose themselves in, but it took her longer than some women to really become fluent in social situations. From not always catching innuendos and implications to a noticeable lack of flirting skill, the 29-year-old was considered... thick, or daft, by many women around the neighborhood. 

That wasn't to say she was an idiot. She was smart in her own right, just not exactly great with people. Anthony loved his wife, despite what people thought of her. She was kind, pretty, and laughed at his jokes. What more can a man want? He knew he could trust her. She was loyal as a dog, and he knew she'd never stray. 

Well, that's what he thought, at least…

Anthony worked long hours, he always had. As the head of the marketing department for a large pharmaceutical company, he had to put in the time, especially when there were deals in the works.

This was something that hadn't escaped the attention of their next-door neighbor Mr. Frank Jones.

Frank had lived next door to Rachel and Anthony since the couple first moved in together a few years prior, and over that time he'd taken a keen interest in Rachel, who he saw as being quite attractive. He was a heavily built man, taller than Anthony, with short, dark hair which was both thick and oily, but also receding, and a pair of small eyes that were frequently narrowed. In his younger days he'd been quite a strong man, and still took pride in the fact that his frame was muscular, but over the past decade it had become obvious that he'd put on weight. Not that this stopped him from trying his luck with women, whether they were single or not.

He'd made advances on Rachel before, of course. He'd seen her walking around the garden in a bikini and tried to talk to her when Anthony wasn't around. Luckily for Frank, Rachel was oblivious when he stared at her. The easiest excuse was plenty enough to convince her that he was not of ill will.

"Hey there, neighbor!" Anthony cheerfully greeted Frank as Frank had been pretending to trim the hedges. Really, he was straining his neck beyond reason to catch a glimpse of the sunbathing Rachel, who lay out on a towel near the middle of her garden. Anthony walked up and slapped the other man on the shoulder.

"A-Anthony." Frank said, clearing his throat and quickly turning back to his hedges. "How you doin'? How did it go at the office?"

"Pretty good, yeah." Anthony responded casually, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "How's the hedge?"

"Heh, could be a bit shorter," Frank said.

"Right," Anthony said.

"Tell me, how'd you land that piece of tail?" Frank blurted out, and Anthony raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Sorry, man, that came out wrong." Frank said, shaking his head. "I'm just saying, you're a lucky man." He turned his head to glance at Rachel again, and Anthony caught it.

"Well, I don't know." Anthony said. "It's not like she's a fish, you know? She's not going to jump into your boat just because you throw some bait out."

"Of course," Frank said. He scratched his chin. "I guess I just wish there was a woman out there who'd give me a shot."

"Don't we all, buddy?" Anthony said. "But hey, don't worry about it. I'm sure if you give it enough time, someone will come along. In fact, between us guys, when you bag someone that good, the bedroom can get a bit dull."

"Really? Is that so? She's such a sweetheart, I'd think she'd be a wild one behind closed doors," Frank remarked.

"I wish," Anthony chuckled. "But I'm not complaining. I mean, look at her? Sunbathing right there and she's all mine."

'Heh,' Frank thought. A small, desperate plan formed in his twisted little mind. 

"Why don't you just talk to her?" Frank suggested. "Ask if you guys can spice things up. I'm sure it's perfectly normal to talk about that stuff with your wife?"

"Perhaps," Anthony mused. "I'll think about it."

"Yeah, well I should get back to work. Good luck with it, buddy!" Frank called out as Anthony left him, walking back towards the house.

When Anthony left, Frank turned his eyes back to Rachel. She lay on her towel, sunning herself. Her breasts were large and pert, and she had her blue bikini top with black framed laid untied to let the sun get to every inch of her skin. Frank licked his lips, thinking about how her large breasts would feel in his hands…

Frank was so lost in thought that he almost didn't catch her starting to get up, and he suddenly jumped back into reality. She tied her bikini top back together and looked quite flustered. Frank panicked as he realized she'd caught him staring. 

She puffed out her cheeks angrily and hurried outside. Fuck. That was not according to plan.

*

The dirty old neighbor, Frank Jones had been staring at Rachel again. Rachel couldn't stand him but wanted to keep on good terms with him. After all, he was their closest neighbor. And as they lived at the end of their street, he was their only next-door neighbor.

She had been sunbathing in their garden and enjoying a few chapters from her Kindle when she'd gotten the distinct feeling that someone was looking at her. Rachel had glanced around, and sure enough, found Frank's leering face peering over the fence at her. He stood with a smug look on his face and his arms folded. She had quickly fled the scene to avoid any awkward confrontations. She'd never liked him. He gave her the creeps. He was always trying to flirt with her or get her to come inside his house, but she was no fool.

Now, she walked inside and slammed the door shut. The whole room shook, and the glassware clinked as the table trembled.

"Whoa! What was that?" Anthony said, surprised. He sat at the kitchen table with a newspaper and a cup of coffee, and his eyes darted between Rachel and her angry expression. She looked very irritated.

"Nothing," Rachel muttered, not wanting to cause any problems. She just wished that Frank would stop.

Anthony went back to reading the paper. As soon as he wasn't paying attention, Rachel went upstairs to shower. She felt so grossed out. She had no idea what Frank's problem was, but she knew she'd have to do something about it.

Later in bed, Rachel was still fuming at Frank's obvious leering. He wasn't even discreet for God's sake. Anthony held her close to him.

"Hey, baby girl?" Anthony muttered, moving a hand to run across Rachel’s smooth thigh.

"Yeah?" Rachel answered, having an inkling of where this was going.

"You wanna... ya know...?" Anthony ran his hand down her side, squeezing her hips.

"No! I mean, I'm just tired..." she said, shuffling away from him. She turned her back to him and pulled the blanket up over her shoulder.

Anthony was disappointed. This was the second time in a row she'd rejected him. What the hell was going on? Had he done something wrong? He sighed and rolled over onto his other side. Maybe she'd come around tomorrow.

Then he thought of what Frank had suggested. Perhaps he should ask her to spice things up.

Rachel sighed as Anthony lay behind her. She felt bad for rejecting him again. So she turned to him, wanting to talk to him about it.

"I'm sorry I'm not putting out, I just... It's not a good day," Rachel said. "You know how us women are."

"Right," Anthony said. He hesitated a bit. "Would it make things better if we... spiced things up? Like, trying something new?"

Rachel was a bit surprised by this. Anthony was always a very easy man to please. She wasn't angry, just didn't expect him to suggest... what was he suggesting? If Rachel wanted to keep her dear husband happy, perhaps... and who knew, it might be fun. Maybe that was something that would indeed make sex more interesting to her. Often, it just seemed a bit dull. More of a chore.

"Maybe?" Rachel said, biting her lip. "I can think about it, at least. I'm not opposed to it. Just not tonight."

"That's all I'm asking," Anthony said, giving Rachel a kiss on the lips before turning out the lights for the night.

*

The next morning, Frank made his way across the yard to the Carter household, a power tool in his hand and a USB drive in his back pocket.

 He rang the doorbell and waited for Rachel to answer the door. He'd had the perfect plan formulating in his head all night, and now he was ready to put it into action.

"Oh, hi there," Rachel answered the door. She was polite, but obviously thoroughly annoyed by his presence.

"Hey neighbor!" Frank said, trying to remain cheery. "Just coming by to borrow your drill." He held up the drill in his hand. "Mine stopped working, and I've got a job to do."

"Oh, sure," Rachel sighed. "Just make sure you bring it back soon."

"Thanks!" Frank said, then paused. "Uhh, Rachel?"

"Yeah?" Rachel asked.

"Sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. You're very pretty and sometimes I just get lost looking at you."

Rachel looked away and blushed. She didn't want to say that it was okay, but she didn't want to be rude either. She just needed to keep things civil, even if he made her uncomfortable.

"It's fine," Rachel muttered. She let him in and showed him to Anthony's office which was right next to the garage and thus where he had all his tools. Tthe garage had poor insulation, something they hoped to fix with time. "Help yourself," she said, gesturing toward the wall where all the drills and other tools were.

"I'll show myself out. Thank you. And again, sorry," Frank said. 

As soon as Rachel turned, and Frank admired her ass, Frank beelined to Anthony's laptop. With a small glance toward the door, he inserted the USB. Frank was no technological genius, but a quick Google search before had helped him with everything he needed. He opened the default browser, moved the cursor to the dotted icon in the upper right corner, clicked 'import bookmarks', and dragged the file from his USB drive. Perfect. He logged out and left the PC as he had found it, seemingly unscathed.

Frank left with the drill and headed home.

*

The next day, Frank was back outside gawking at Rachel Carter through the fence. Rachel had decided to sunbathe again, wearing her black-framed blue bikini. It wasn't skimpy or anything, but plenty with what she had to show. And this time around, Frank was more brazen. He stood with a smug grin, watching her, making no effort to hide his lustful stare.

"Frank!" Rachel exclaimed, standing up. "You're doing it again."

"What?" Frank said, playing innocent. "Doing what?"

"You're staring at me like a creep!" Rachel snapped. "It's so awkward and uncomfortable."

"Come on," Frank said. "I'm not that bad."

"Well, please stop," Rachel said.

"Anthony didn't tell you?" Frank said. It was a huge gamble, a bluff if you will.

"Tell me what?" Rachel asked suspiciously. She rose up, using the towel to cover her cleavage from the creep.

"Forget about it," Frank said, waving his hand, turning to leave but not really making any effort to actually go anywhere.

"No, please do tell me. I'd like to know," Rachel asked, curious of what her husband might've said.

"It's nothing," Frank said. "Just some guy talk between me and your husband."

"What does that have to do with... whatever it is you're doing?" Rachel asked.

"He talked about spicing things up," Frank said. "We figured if I flirted with you a little, maybe he could use it as a catalyst. Get things moving in the bedroom, you know what I mean?"

Rachel was speechless. This couldn't be true, could it? There was no way her sweet, loyal husband would ever... no, there must be more to this.

"Oh," she finally muttered. "I... I didn't know that. He shouldn't tell you such things about our private life, though. I guess... it's fine then. As long as you're over there."

"Nah, I made you uncomfortable. I'll take my leave, I don't wanna spook you out," Frank said. This was going quite well. Until…

"I'll have to ask Anhonty about this," Rachel muttered.

"No!" Frank blurted out, and Rachel looked at him confused. "Sorry, but no. He wanted it to be discreet. You know how guys are. Machismo and all that. He doesn't want to look weak or anything."

"He doesn't seem like the machismo type..." Rachel muttered, skeptical.

"Trust me, he is. That's why he asked me to do this. A friend helping another out," Frank said.

"That's just silly," Rachel said, folding her arms across her chest, making Frank's eyes bulge. She caught herself after a few moments and let her arms fall, but that only caused her chest to jiggle. "God, you're impossible!"

"Hey, if you don't believe me, you can just check his bookmarks. Trust me, he's real into this. I was as surprised as you are," Frank said, holding his hands up as if at gunpoint.

"I can't believe it," Rachel muttered to herself. "Okay, I'll have a look."

Frank hid his smirk. Mission accomplished. The trap was set. He'd planted the seed of doubt in Rachel's mind and now all he had to do was wait for it to grow. Unless she spoke to Anthony, then Frank would have to get the hell out of dodge. The looming danger of an ass whooping somehow made this hunt even more of a thrill.

*

Rachel was furious when she got back inside. She was livid with her husband, and she couldn't believe that he would do this without telling her first. She stormed into Anthony's office. He was at work, but his laptop was open on the desk. Rachel opened the browser and went straight to the bookmarks.

The first thing she saw was a folder labeled 'Affairs'. She clicked it. Inside was a series of tabs. Some of them were videos and some were pictures. All of them naughty! Was Anthony really watching porn? And the pictures were captioned with such filthy titles as "Watching my wife have sex with her bull". Rachel was shocked and dismayed. This was so unlike Anthony. He talked about spicing things up, but this was really out there.

She found another folder. "Cuckold" was the label. Rachel had only the faintest idea of what the term meant, and she was shocked to see what she found within. It was more porn, but this time with men just watching their wives have sex with other men. Some of the pictures were even of women being pleasured by multiple men.

But what did this have to do with Frank? A lot of these men were handsome and chiseled. Frank was, like, 50 or something, and not pleasant to look at. Rachel wasn't one to judge, but he wasn't exactly someone she'd ever consider doing anything with. She didn't want to think that Anthony might be considering something like this.

The third folder explained it all, however. Videos and pictures again, but under the label 'ugly bastard'. It was in essence a bunch of ugly dudes sleeping with beautiful women, as far as Rachel could tell. It was a subsection of cuckolding apparently, where the allure was the societal taboo of sleeping with someone below-average-looking. The pictures and videos themselves were often crude and amateurish, but the women seemed to be having fun.

This was all so strange to Rachel. She didn't know what to think. It was hot to see these women enjoy themselves, and those dicks did look pretty big. Rachel had always been curious about what a truly big one felt like, but it wasn't like she was actually going to go ahead and try it. Anthony's was perfect for her, and she wanted no one else.

And yet, it seemed like Anthony wanted to try this out, so maybe... no! She couldn't! He was her husband. They loved each other. This was all just fantasy.

Right?

*

"Hey, baby girl, I'm home," Anthony called as he opened the front door. Rachel was in the kitchen, making dinner.

"Oh, hey," she replied, somewhat coldly.

"You okay?" Anthony asked. "You seem... off."

"I'm fine," Rachel said. "Just been doing some thinking."

"About what?" Anthony asked. He walked up to her and kissed her cheek, but she turned away from him.

"Don't worry about it," she said.

Anthony sighed. Something was definitely wrong, but he wasn't going to press her about it. It was probably nothing.

*

"Hey, Rachel!" Frank called out from his porch the next day. He had hung around outside after Rachel had gone inside yesterday, but she never came out. No worries. He watched as Rachel, wearing a white sundress, made her way over to the fence that separated their gardens.

"Hi," she muttered.

"What's wrong?" Frank asked.

"Nothing," Rachel said, sighing. She looked around and then whispered. "So, you were right about what you said before."

"Really?" Frank said, surprised. This was easier than he expected.

"Yeah. He's got cuckold stuff bookmarked," Rachel said.

"Wow," Frank said. "That's quite the revelation."

"I don't know what to do. I'm not sure if I want to try it," Rachel said. "But if he wants it, maybe I should just... you know?"

"Well, why don't you come over here and we can talk about it," Frank said.

"I'm not sure. I don't think that's such a good idea," Rachel said, looking around. Frank barely heard her, as his heartbeat was quite deafening. He was almost there! Almost!

"Oh, come on. Don't be such a prude," Frank said. "It's not like I'm asking you to marry me or anything. Just have a little chat."

Rachel hesitated for a moment but then nodded. She walked around to the side gate and let herself in, closing the gate behind her. She felt uncomfortable, but she also really wanted to talk to someone about this. Frank might not be the best person to confide in, but he was the only one who knew what was going on.

She made her way over to the back porch where Frank waited. He had a smirk on his face as she approached. She walked up the stairs and sat down opposite him at the small table.

"So, what do you think I should do?" Rachel asked.

"I dunno, what are your reservations?" Frank asked.

"I'm worried that if I do something like this, I'll cheat on my husband," Rachel said.

"It's not cheating if it's consensual," Frank pointed out. "You'd be doing it together. You're both in control of the situation. It's just a bit of fun, to spice things up. If you're both happy with it, it's not cheating."

"I guess that makes sense," Rachel said. "But I don't know if I can go through with it. I love my husband so much."

"Come on, it's not that serious. It's just sex," Frank insisted. "Why don't you just try it once, and if you don't like it you can stop. Perhaps let Anthony know you don't wanna explore anymore."

"I suppose," Rachel said, sighing. She knew that she was going to regret this, but she wanted to give Anthony what he wanted. He deserved it, after all. "Okay, fine. Let's do it. But just once, okay?"

Frank grinned. "Deal."

Rachel gulped as Frank stood up and walked around the table. He approached her with a predatory gaze, his eyes wandering up and down her body.

"Frank," she said quietly, her voice shaking. "I'm scared..."

"It's okay, baby girl," Frank said. "I'll take care of you."

He reached out and took hold of her hand, gently guiding her to feel his bulge through his pants. He was rock hard, and Rachel's eyes went wide as she realized how big he was. She let out a quiet gasp as she squeezed the huge bulge.

Frank grinned and simply stood there in front of his neighbor, her hand gently rubbing his length on top of his sweatpants. There was a look of curiosity in her eyes. Her small hands gripped him tightly. The outline of his thick, girthy shaft was visible even through the thick material. The size alone made her shiver. She wanted to see it. Touch it.

She looked up at Frank, her eyes pleading. She bit her lower lip, and Frank gave her a nod, his eyes burning with desire. With trembling fingers, she reached for the waistband of his sweats, and pulled them down, freeing his massive erection. It was just as big as it felt. It stood up straight, throbbing with need.

Rachel couldn't help but stare at the monster that hung between Frank's legs. It was so thick, and so long! She'd never seen a dick like this before in her life. She was in awe of its sheer size. She felt a pang of guilt, thinking about Anthony, but she quickly pushed it aside. She needed this. And so did her husband apparently. She reached out and took hold of the giant shaft, stroking it slowly.

Frank let out a low groan of pleasure as Rachel began to stroke his cock. Her small hand barely wrapped around his massive member. He loved the way her soft, delicate hands felt on his throbbing shaft. He knew that this was only the beginning, and he could hardly wait for what was to come.

Rachel's heart was racing as she stroked Frank's massive cock. She could hardly believe that she was actually doing this. It felt so naughty and yet so good. She'd never been with another man before her husband, and now here she was, stroking her next-door neighbor's cock on his back porch. She could feel herself getting wet as she stroked his throbbing member.

Rachel was breathing heavily as she stroked Frank's cock. She felt so dirty, but it also turned her on. She couldn't believe how hard and thick he was, and the way his cock throbbed in her hand made her feel so sexy. She knew that this was wrong, but she couldn't stop herself.

Frank let out a low groan of pleasure as Rachel continued to stroke his cock. He reached down and placed his hand on the back of her head, gently guiding her towards his dick. She didn't resist as he pressed her lips against the swollen head of his member. She hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth and took him inside.

Frank groaned in satisfaction as Rachel's warm, wet mouth engulfed his cock. He could feel her tongue swirling around his shaft as she began to suck him. She was an expert cocksucker, and he loved the way her soft lips felt wrapped around his thick shaft. She took him deep into her throat, making him moan in pleasure.

Rachel was lost in ecstasy as she sucked Frank's cock. She loved the feeling of his hard shaft in her mouth, and the way he throbbed as she took him deep into her throat. She could feel herself getting wetter by the minute, and she knew that she wanted more. She needed more. She couldn't believe what she was doing, but it felt so good.

Frank was in heaven as Rachel continued to suck his cock. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, but he wasn't ready to cum just yet. He had other plans for this beautiful woman.

With great reluctance, Frank pulled his cock from Rachel's mouth. She looked up at him with pleading eyes as if begging for more.

"You want more, baby girl?" Frank asked, smirking down at her.

Rachel nodded eagerly. "Yes, please." She then suddenly looked around, as if just realizing where she was. "Can we go inside at least?"

"No one will see," Frank reassured, guiding her mouth back on his cock to shut her up. Her brow arched in surprised but a delighted moan escaped her lips as she was back on his warm shaft. She resumed sucking him off.

"Besides," Frank added. "If you wanna do this, you'll have to get used to me telling you what to do."

He grabbed her ponytail and started to fuck her mouth slowly, using her hair like a handle. He grinned as he felt her gag, but he kept going, thrusting his cock deeper into her throat. He loved the way she gagged and choked on his massive member. He could tell that she was loving it, too.

Indeed, Rachel moaned in pleasure around Frank's cock as she thought about what he was saying. The idea of being seen turned her on more than she cared to admit. She couldn't believe that she was actually doing this, but she didn't want to stop. She sucked him harder, taking his cock deep into her throat. She reached up and began to fondle his balls, feeling their weight and size. They were huge, and she knew that they were full of powerful cum. His sack was hairy and damp, with huge plums ripe with virility hidden within.

Rachel pulled back, leaving a trail of thick, saliva down his shaft. He chuckled as he noticed the rope connecting her mouth to his cock and her eyes filled with lust as his tip popped from her wet lips. A smile spread across his lips as he admired the view.

"Stand up and face the deck railing," he ordered.

Rachel obeyed immediately, standing and turning around to face the deck railing, exposing her ass to him. Frank growled with desire, reaching for her shorts. He slowly began to pull them down, revealing her round butt cheeks. Her skin was soft and supple, and he could tell that she took care of herself. He rubbed her ass with one hand, gently squeezing her ass cheeks.

"Bend over and put your hands on the railing," Frank instructed, and she bent over, putting her hands on the railing of the deck and arching her back. She looked over her shoulder at him with a hungry look in her eyes. Her tight pussy glistened with arousal, and she whimpered with need as she felt his presence right behind her.

"Is this what you want?" Frank asked, running a finger up and down the length of her moist slit.

"Mmmm...yes, please," Rachel said breathlessly. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but she didn't want to stop. She was soaking wet and desperate for him to fuck her, and she knew that she would get what she wanted.

"Such a good girl," Frank remarked as he guided his cockhead toward her dripping-wet entrance. Rachel gasped as she felt his tip touch her opening. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, bracing herself as he slowly pushed himself inside of her.

"Oh gosh," Rachel moaned, her eyes widening as Frank's massive cock spread her open. He was so big! It was almost too much for her, but she loved the feeling. The pressure and friction was just what she needed to keep herself focused on the moment instead of the what-ifs. She threw her head back and let out a low, deep growl. "Fucking hell, oh my god..."

Frank gripped her ass with his large hands, squeezing tightly as he sank inch after thick, powerful inch deeper and deeper into her tight pussy. She moaned louder and louder as she felt his large shaft push into her, spreading her open wide and filling her up. She couldn't believe how amazing his cock felt inside of her. His fat helmet pressed into her until it nudged against the deepest parts of her, and there it retreated back outwards a few inches.

"You're tight as hell," Frank praised. "This little pussy hasn't gotten much action lately, eh?"

Rachel just moaned in response, as he began to slowly slide his thick, pulsing length back in again, colliding with her womb and making her wince. He then leaned forward and spoke into her ear, making her body tremble.

"Your husband is a fucking moron," he stated simply. "If it were me, I'd be keeping this all to myself day and night, not watching shitty porn or jerking off like some loser."

"D-don't talk about him," Rachel said, as much as a plead as a warning. Frank knew better than to push.

"As you wish," he muttered and proceeded with the slow strokes. They were tortuous for him, especially with how hot and tight she was. But he was going to have his fun, and this was the beginning. It wasn't even fully afternoon yet, so they had hours. Who knew if this was ever going to happen again?

Rachel gasped each time he plunged inside her, pushing against her cervix and creating intense friction with his wide, pulsing tip. She pushed her hips back as much as she could, matching his rhythm, desperate to please him.

"Do you want me to fuck you harder? Faster?" Frank growled as he thrust into her tight, dripping wet pussy.

"Y-yes, p-please," Rachel stuttered, trying to maintain some composure. She loved the way his thick, hard cock stretched her open.

"What was that?" Frank demanded, slowing the pace slightly.

"Yes!" Rachel repeated more loudly, gripping the railing so hard that her knuckles had gone white. "Please, please fuck me harder! F-fuck me hard!"

Frank chuckled to himself, satisfied that he had been obeyed. He gave her a sharp slap on the ass, making her yelp in surprise.

"That's my girl," he growled.

He gripped her hips firmly, then slammed his cock all the way inside of her. She gasped and screamed with pleasure as he started to pound her with his fat, veiny cock, stretching her open and filling her completely. She rocked her hips in tandem with his, her pussy clamping down around his member, clinging to him tightly with every stroke.

"Oh god," Rachel moaned. She looked over her shoulder, giving Frank a sweet, lustful look that sent shivers down his spine. He loved the sight of her slender, curvaceous body rocking back and forth, her voluptuous ass jiggling with the force of his thrusts. He reached out and grabbed a handful of her dark hair and pulled her head back.

"Yes!" Rachel cried, the new position bringing her even more intense pleasure. She couldn't control herself, and she cried and moaned loudly as Frank continued to ravage her. He had never felt such an intense desire for someone before. He wasn't sure exactly what it was, but it drove him wild, making him want to give her everything.

"That's right, baby, moan for me," Frank hissed into her ear. He tightened his grip on her hair and spanked her once more, making her squeal in delight.

"Please, I need it..." Rachel whined desperately as Frank pounded into her relentlessly.

"What? What do you need, baby girl?" Frank said between heavy breaths.

"I n-need to cum," Rachel said, her voice trembling with lust and desperation. She was so close! He could feel her pussy beginning to clench tightly, begging for release.

"Then cum for me," he demanded, spanking her ass again. Rachel howled with pleasure as Frank slammed himself into her.

She threw her head toward the sky and let out a guttural, yet quiet moan, and then her entire body went rigid, her walls tightening around Frank's cock. She screamed in ecstasy as he felt her pussy spasming around his throbbing shaft. Waves of intense pleasure rippling through her body as his thick rod filled her completely. She couldn't help but scream his name, filling the small garden with lustful, taboo moans of unadulterated pleasure.

"F-Frank... Oh f-f-fuuu-uuck! Fuck yes!"

Her orgasm lasted for almost an eternity, until she felt the thick cream flooding into her pussy. Frank let out a roar, his body shuddering violently as he unloaded a huge torrent of cum deep inside of her. The thick, warm liquid poured out, spilling over onto the floor and leaving a sticky pool beneath them. Rachel was in heaven. She'd never felt anything like it before in her life. It felt incredible, but at the same time, she had an overwhelming feeling of guilt. 'What have I done?' she asked herself.

Eventually, she managed to catch her breath and opened her eyes to see the large grin plastered across Frank's face.

"Don't you feel good?" He asked with an obnoxious smirk. He grabbed her breast in his rough fingers and pinched her nipple.

"No," she breathed out. She felt sick to her stomach as a shiver ran through her body. She had just betrayed her husband. And this disgusting bastard, on top of all.

"Come on. Look at all this," Frank said, gesturing at the pool of semen they'd made on the wooden flooring. It dripped down in several long strings from Rachel's reddened lower lips. "You loved it, didn't you? It was amazing."

"I... I need to go home," Rachel muttered. She pushed herself up, hiked her shorts up, and stumbled towards the gate, still in a daze.

Frank frowned. He wasn't expecting her to be so reluctant, especially after that intense session. But he was confident he could convince her otherwise. This was just the beginning.

*